miscellaneous poems.
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The fierce old warrior—with stern sorrow chid
The heartless man, and said: "Had'st thou been led
Captive unto the red man's wigwam—he
Had saved from curious eyes thy dying bed."
The heartless man, and said: "Had'st thou been led
Captive unto the red man's wigwam—he
Had saved from curious eyes thy dying bed."
TO GRACE ———
Thou'rt in a fairy clime, sweet one,
'Mid the bright and lovliest thou,
Yet, a shade is o'er thy bosom cast.
And o'er thy sunny brow.
'Mid the bright and lovliest thou,
Yet, a shade is o'er thy bosom cast.
And o'er thy sunny brow.
Dost thou pine for thine own far distant land,
With its forests vast and drear,
For the wild bird's call o'er the clear blue lake,
And the bounding of the deer?
With its forests vast and drear,
For the wild bird's call o'er the clear blue lake,
And the bounding of the deer?
Or weep'st thou for a mother's form,
By thy lonely couch to kneel;
Or the holy kiss of a father's love
On thy pale sweet brow to feel?
By thy lonely couch to kneel;
Or the holy kiss of a father's love
On thy pale sweet brow to feel?
Both, both! though the wintry wind may sweep
O'er the forest in its pride;
O'er the forest in its pride;
